Apr 16, 2009
Apr 15, 2009
Cartoons
"She certainly exhibited talent early on, before she messed up her life."
-The Hollywood Reporter's Martin Grove on Lindsay Lohan.
-The Hollywood Reporter's Martin Grove on Lindsay Lohan.
Apr 14, 2009
Everyone Falls in Love Sometimes
At times I've been asked by people (OK, Able) as to why I don't fraternize that often with the packs of Honda civic driving thick-browed b-boys that I know from Staten Island and I genuinely don't have an answer for them (her) except for that it feels boring even when I don't want it to.
Last night I was on my way home and there were four teenage girls from the DR, one of whom was wearing a neon green halter top in my subway car. Halter top was hanging onto a pole and singing along to her iPod which is generally a Very Bad Thing that happens on the subway but this time it wasn't mostly because she actually didn't have a bad voice and she was singing my favorite song from the first CD I ever bought.
The other three, who were seated, were passing around a bottle of Hennesy. They'd offered some to halter top but she turned it down which was good because nobody on the train was going to let her have any more anyway.
They made me feel lonely, sad, and old as teenagers who aren't black, tall, and carrying lacrosse sticks tend to do or they actually do as well but that's a different story for another time. But they also made me feel nostalgic for a different train I used to ride almost ten years ago where I likely could have been listening to the same song on my Discman and swigging pretend grown up liquor (probably Alize.) That train was known to me as the party train and I rode it from Huguenot to the Nassau stop where packs of the underage and vaguely ethnic would deboard and walk three blocks to a concrete box by the Arthur Kill known as Club Cylo.
I wish I remembered more about the place other than where it was and that people were date raped there but let's be honest, I was probably blacked out and that's why we have the Internet. I happened upon a youtube that someone inexplicably felt the need to share and I appreciate that. Looks like you could smoke there and that there were simultenous "Millennium" and "Summer Sizzle" parties. Anyway, watch this and tell me, honestly, if there's a single guy here you would fuck even if they grew up to go to Baruch and quit gelling their hair.
Last night I was on my way home and there were four teenage girls from the DR, one of whom was wearing a neon green halter top in my subway car. Halter top was hanging onto a pole and singing along to her iPod which is generally a Very Bad Thing that happens on the subway but this time it wasn't mostly because she actually didn't have a bad voice and she was singing my favorite song from the first CD I ever bought.
The other three, who were seated, were passing around a bottle of Hennesy. They'd offered some to halter top but she turned it down which was good because nobody on the train was going to let her have any more anyway.
They made me feel lonely, sad, and old as teenagers who aren't black, tall, and carrying lacrosse sticks tend to do or they actually do as well but that's a different story for another time. But they also made me feel nostalgic for a different train I used to ride almost ten years ago where I likely could have been listening to the same song on my Discman and swigging pretend grown up liquor (probably Alize.) That train was known to me as the party train and I rode it from Huguenot to the Nassau stop where packs of the underage and vaguely ethnic would deboard and walk three blocks to a concrete box by the Arthur Kill known as Club Cylo.
I wish I remembered more about the place other than where it was and that people were date raped there but let's be honest, I was probably blacked out and that's why we have the Internet. I happened upon a youtube that someone inexplicably felt the need to share and I appreciate that. Looks like you could smoke there and that there were simultenous "Millennium" and "Summer Sizzle" parties. Anyway, watch this and tell me, honestly, if there's a single guy here you would fuck even if they grew up to go to Baruch and quit gelling their hair.
Cake Cake Cake
"Well, I had to fly out to LA for an exercise segment with her and I went to Bloomingdales and I got some cute work-out outfits. Then I finally go to meet her to do the segment and she gives me a hug and she looks me up and down and she says, 'Kathie. You're beautiful. But your body...no cheese,' so that's when I quit eating cheese forever."
-Kathie Lee on Victoria Principal
-Kathie Lee on Victoria Principal
Merry Birthday!!
It's (kind of) spring, which brings us two things: Able's birthday and a marked turn in television tastes. In the colder months I tend to watch a lot of period pieces, history channel documentaries, and smart comedies. As the weather warms my taste (like my mood) moves towards the carefree, the base, the downright tasteless. Many a spring day during the college years was spent lolling around town and parking it on Able's couch to watch Cops and Dog the Bounty Hunter. Anyway, here's to spring and here's to Able; I'm endlessly happy that you were born. No ice in paradise!
Whatever Nevermind
Peter Schjeldahl's review of the New Museum's dread baby salon, "The Generational: Younger Than Jesus" is a whole lotta' incisiveness.Peter S., we millennials are humbly yours.
and btw--i really dig the omg obelisk
Apr 12, 2009
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